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When Aziraphale heard someone enter the bookshop silently, he was annoyed.
"We are closed." He raised his voice only because he was in the back room.
When he came to the front to chastize the person for not leaving, he gasped. What he saw in front of him was Crowley laying on the ground with bruises everywhere. There was blood on the carpet, but he could not get tell where on Crowley it was coming from.
He rushed to him and hoisted him up. "Oh my dear boy, what on earth happened?!"
Crowley sounded horse and spoke through his teeth mostly. " Hell." Is all he said.
It was apperent to Aziraphale that Crowley could barely stand even with his support. He picked up the other slowly. The demon grimiced at the pain. Without saying a word he took his snake to the bathroom and sat him down gentely.
He spoke softly and slowly. "My dear, do you need my assistance washing up?"
Crowley hesitated for a long moment before he nodded slowly, before looking at the ground. The angel could tell he wasn't up to talking so he helped the other stand before peeling away his shirt. When he had picked him up earlier it was clear his side was bleeding, but now he sees that it was from a rather large scratch. He winced in sympathy seeing it.
"I'll need to make sure to wash that scratch gently." He seemed to be mumbling to himself , the sentence only barely legible.
Crowley sat down, seeming to want to undress the rest of the way on his own. Aziraphale didn't argue. The angel instead started the water for a bath, making sure the temparure wouldn't be too hot on his sensative and sore body. When he turned around the demon had finally wrangled his skinny jeans off. He paused and blushed.
Zira noticed. "Would you like to keep your pants on in the bath? I just want to clean the hurt areas."
Crowley nodded again, still not looking at the other.
Aziraphale helped him stand, and get into the tub. Looking worried as Crowley winced at the movement. The angel went to the closet in his bathroom to grab some soaps. When he turned back around he saw the demon's shoulders shake, before a muffled sob left his form. Zira rushed to his side and pet his hair, brushing it out of his face.
" Oh, my darling. I'm so sorry. You must be in so much pain. I'm here. I'll get you clean and into some soft clothes. Then we can nap in my bed." He said this softly while still petting the others hair.
He took this moment to gently wipe at his face, taking the grime of a fight with it.
" There we are, now you don't have to feel all that on your face. Just breath, I'll take care of you my dear." The angel stroked his cheek softly with his thumb as he spoke softly to his dear demon.
Surprisingly Crowley leaned into the touch. Aziraphale used his free hand to wipe down Crowley's bruised chest while rubbing his cheek soothingly. He could feel Crowley clench his jaw. He hasn't even gotten to his side yet.
"Oh, my dear, this may hurt a bit. I have to clean your side. I will be as gentle as I am able, I promise you darling." He cupped the other's face with both of his hands now as he says this with a worried look.
Crowley seemed to tear up at this but nodded his understanding nonetheless.
Aziraphale slowly pored some water from his hands over the demon's side. Crowley winced quietly. Aziraphale did not want to drag this out so he pressed the washcloth, still only wet and not soupy, to the scratch on his side. Crowley made a pained whine in his throat.
"I'm so sorry darling, I'll be as quick as I can." He uses one hand to run through the taller man's hair as he dabbed the damp cloth around the area. Crowley was trembling with pain from his side as the angel pulled the cloth away from the inflamed skin.
"All done my dear. Let me just wash the ends of your hair, this is the easy part." He smiled softly at crowley.
He made quick work of washing the ends of his hair without pulling on it. Pulling up the drain, he picked up Crowley again. Crowley looked worried as aziraphale's clothes dampened. The angel pet his hair paying his clothes no mind. Once he got to the bedroom, he set Crowley down with a towel wrapped around him.
Aziraphale rumaged through a drawer before getting some light and soft clothes out. "I got you some pants to replace your soaked ones, as well as a thin shirt and some bottoms. I'll wait outside so you have privacy. I'll come back in in a minute or so to see if you need any help."
Aziraphale tried to sound composed, but he couldn't help the worry that seemed into his voice. He briskly walked outside the room and waited, hearing movement from the other. After two minutes he walked in, seeing Crowley struggling with lifting his arms to slide his shirt over his head.
"I can help, darling." He hurried over while saying this. Helping him slide the light shirt on.
After his shirt was settled, Aziraphale discarded of the wet pants and towel before sitting beside him and helping him get under the covers.
"There we go. I'm sorry I can't use a miracle to heal you dear, holy magic and all.." Aziraphale looked away.
Crowley hugged the angel tightly. The other hugged around his shoulders and pet his hair. Crowley nuzzles up to Aziraphale closer, pressed up against the other.
"Thank you." The demon whispered as he nuzzles under the angel's chin.